How about when the general returns when my hair reaches my waist? A gentleman in this body has a carefree mind, but how could he expect that the mountains and rivers are swaying. The light of day suddenly breaks, and the snow grows old at dusk. The cold sword silently listens to the thunder, and the long spear guards the empty trench alone. Don't laugh when you are lying drunk on the battlefield, blowing all over the painting all night long. A late visitor from the south of the Yangtze River is wearing a red rope knot at the end of his hair.
When your hair reaches your waist, I will return to the court in triumph. In the past, he was a young hero who rode freely and freely. The east capital has a beautiful glow, while the west lake is misty. Holding a gun and fighting bloody battles in all directions, vowing to protect the beauty of the mountains and rivers. On the day when I return from victory, I will spend a good night with you. I look forward to working together until old age, and I am willing to share the same clothes with you.